After a moment’s silence, Christopher Milbers said defensively, “My cousin was interested in it.”
“Humph!” Bertha said.
Once more there was an interval of silence.
“Any drawer in this table?” Bertha asked.
Quite apparently there was none.
“I think we may as well adjourn to the bedroom,” Milbers said.
Bertha once more regarded the pad of paper with so many of the pages filled with scrawled notes.
“What becomes of this stuff?” she asked.
“You mean the notes?” Mrs. Cranning asked.
“Yes.”